flower child
flower child, you are about to bloom
and with yet another year alone, you’ve slowly learnt to love without him
w divine lips capturing the words unspoken in his silence, my unholy hands crawl their way up my body to reach my face
where i’ll seep into them like the bad thoughts that creep into my mind at night
i am alone but i am not lonely
and although i am an anathema, i have poetry sewn into my bones and colors washed within my skin
and with yet another year alone, you’ve slowly learnt to love without him
w divine lips capturing the words unspoken in his silence, my unholy hands crawl their way up my body to reach my face
where i’ll seep into them like the bad thoughts that creep into my mind at night
i am alone but i am not lonely
and although i am an anathema, i have poetry sewn into my bones and colors washed within my skin
This Poems Story
i am a flower child.
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